Upon Meeting You

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Hi guys!

Some serious stuff coming up.

I just wanted to add a bit to the story. It's not supposed to be drama like but just some more explanation of who Wilkes is as a person.

I wake, feeling arms wrapped around me as my back is pressed against something. I remember spending the night in Wilkes' room. It had been so long since we've done this, I forgot how clingy he is in his sleep.

I lift his wrist, unwrapping it from my body as I sit up on the bed. Remembering that I'm dressed in his clothes, I look around the room searching for my own before I leave. My dress is tossed to the side, near the bed and my heels are by the door. I quickly realize I have no way home.

Fuck. It's Christmas. I'm supposed to be at my dad's.

I quickly grab my phone and begin dialing a number for a cab as I gather my belongings. I leave the room stealing one last glance at him, not bothering to put my own clothes back on. I walk barefoot to the elevator, wearing only a t-shirt and Wilkes' boxer-briefs.

Realizing I shouldn't leave without any pants, I set my things beside the elevator, and creep back to his room. I open the first drawer I see, finding socks. The one beside it held his underwear. The one below it held jeans. The one beside that one held sweats.

I grab a pear of sweats, pulling them higher than I normally would and tie them up. They look extremely big on me but I'd rather wear them than the dress from last night.

Wilhelm is still asleep on his stomach, holding a pillow beside him as a substitute for me. His scars on his back glow in the reflection of the sun. Without thinking about it, I near him to analyze them in this light.

I can't even really tell the cause for the scars. Glass? Maybe a broken mirror? A broken window?

He stirs in his sleep. Before he has the chance to wake, I walk towards the door.

"Lenora?" I stop in my tracks.

Fuck.

I turn around, surprised to find that he's still sleeping.

He must be dreaming. Dreaming about me?

"Don't." He mumbles again. I step closer trying to hear. "Don't leave again." His voice is barley audible. "I didn't mean it."

A small tear leaves the corner of his eye, rolling down over his nose bridge, to his cheek.

He's probably crying in his dream.

"I'm not leaving." I whisper into his ear, careful not to wake him up.

Liar.

The minute, he's calmed, I exit the room once again and make my way to the elevator. It opens soon after I press the button and I ride it to the lobby. The taxi is waiting for me at the front. I enter the car and tell my address, glancing back at the door.

⟷

Wilhelm Daine

"I'm not leaving." She whispers lifting me from my knees.

"Why?"  I look at her with confusion all over my puffy eyes.

"I love you more than you seem to believe. Too much to leave you behind." She smiles, wiping the tears from my face.

I jolt awake, feeling for Lenora's body.

She's gone.

It was only a dream.